(feat. Calliko)
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Sky Skrapin Entertainment
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[Chorus:]
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I don't... I don't need your VIP
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I'll post up in the parkin' lot.
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Post up in the parkin' lot
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Post up in the parkin' lot [x4]
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[J.Cash:]
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Rider lookin so clean
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Chevy lookin so mean
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Sittin on some colored glass
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Like a bottle of some Sobe
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I'm at the club you know me
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White Tee and Chuck Taylors
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LA hat is to the back
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The bouncers bein straight haters
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Tellin me I can't come in
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I gotta meet the dress code
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But I don't do that silk shit
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These dudes lookin like straight hoes
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Gotta have a collared shirt
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Naw homie I hate those
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Said, "well those the rules" so bump that homie I'm a break those
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Chevy with the Lambo doors and it got the popped trunk
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Black and white paint job air brushed sayin "GOT DONKS? "
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Speakers bumpin Lil' Boosie tellin me to swerve on em
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Everybody goin wild parkin on the curb on em
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Standin on the roof of the brand new Escalade
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I don't need no VIP cause I'm already playa made
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And I don't want nobody tellin me what I can and can't do
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So I'm a post up in the parkin' lot and act a straight fool
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[Chorus x4]
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[Calliko:]
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(I bring the party to ME!)
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I refuse to take my fitted off and spend up on the cover charge
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I ain't puttin on no button up to get up in the club at all
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I sip until my cup is gone,
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Smoke until the butt is off, and
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Post up in the parkin' lot and wait up on the club to close
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I can't get up in VIP, I ain't showin no ID
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But I brought all the Shawtys so I'm a bring the party straight to me
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They hate to see me pullin up
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The speakers poundin' loud as fuck
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Roundin up they chicks cause they insist on ridin out with us
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They wanna see ferreal that's straight
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Hope off in the Chevrolet
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I tell em bring they friends and let em know that we got extra space
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Them bitches hate then let em hate
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Don't feed into they jealousy
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They made cause you in the position that they'll never be
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So let em be, make yourself at home up on these leather seats
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Together we can roll out and just zone out to this melody
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Sky Skrapin Entertainment, hooked up with them 80's babies
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You can't be in the parkin' lot without hearin somebody sayin...
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[Chorus x4]
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[Jon Young:]
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Ay
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I don't need a club to meet hoes
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So what I gotta dress up for?
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I'm here to throw some fuckin bows
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And act a fool with my folks
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They playin trap shit but scared to let the trappers in
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It's packed in with fake cats
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So why I wanna chill with them?
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I'd rather post up in the parkin' lot and let loose
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Got that king kong in the trunk, bangin them raw tunes
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There ain't no cover charge
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There ain't no dress code
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The chick still shakin that ass man it's a free show
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Donk riders in they whips show stoppin
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Got the folks standin in line, starin and whatchin
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Even got the Reaggeton chicks turnin heads
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Got they mans all heated I can see em turnin red
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Man fuck VIP it's a waste if you ask me
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You blowin hunnies just to get up in some hoes jeans?
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Shit I could get a chick walkin down the block bitch
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It don't need your VIP I'll post up in the lot bitch!
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[Chorus x4]
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Post Up In The Parkin Lot
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| Jon Young & J. Cash |
